I'm really happy that something like this has never happened to me, but it goes to show how pissed off people get when a) they don't get the stripper they wanted and b) his show isn't long enough. Kind of like complaining about the bad food and the small portions.
I only worry that I may inadvertantly tie up a bachelor with a severe case of claustrophobia or a bad history with bondage play, causing him to flip out. I've seen some guys so anxious to escape the Chair of Pain at XTC that they've dragged it in circles around the pole onstage, but fortunately haven't encountered any extreme reactions like that in private parties. Except for that one really bad sport birthday boy that wouldn't let me do anything to him.

I just saw the news coverage of the Palazio fire and I look forward to hearing theories on what started it - what a shame, I was looking forward to seeing what they'd done with my old home. I hadn't decided whether I was going to work there or not, but I definitely wanted to check it out. Anyone with news please keep me posted.

I'll be back at work tonight after my lovely vacation and then school starts tomorrow morning. I won't have any classes on Fridays and we have Monday off, so I'll be out of town again this weekend to visit family.

Sorry about the long absence - I am currently on vacation before the start of the fall semester, and prior to that was enmeshed in the end of the summer term. I've got a killer schedule this fall and anticipate only being able to work the weekends. I am fortunate in that I don't have any classes at all on Fridays, though! That's mostly due to my Tuesdays lasting from 8 am until 10 pm - the latter half of the day being taken up entirely by a lab.
Anyone that wants to contribute to my tuition fund is welcome to book me for a party or go here and look at the latest additions to my wish list.

Boy, my night was all about luck last night. I knew that this weekend was going to be kind of slow, as the end/beginning of the month usually is. In fact, I have noticed that weekends alternate between great and mediocre in tune with the paycheck at good old XTC. So things were off to a slow start for me last night and I wasn't in the best of moods when I went on stage around 9. I was, in fact, thinking of trying to just pay my house fee and get out of there. One of the guys that tipped me on stage three asked my name, so I figured I'd better at least be polite and say hi, see if he was up for a dance. I went over and introduced myself and sat down, and we did a couple of dances, and when we were done, he said, "Well, you've danced, you've got your clothes on, I guess all that's left is for me to give you this," and he handed me the money for the dances. I said, "Oh, are you finished with me now?" "Oh, no," he says, so I sit back down. Turns out he's a really funny guy, and very easygoing, just the type of customer I like. I relaxed by an order of magnitude just sitting there talking to him, and my mood improved greatly. That alone would have been fantastic, but he kept getting dances for hours, until about 12:30 am. I couldn't believe what time it was when he left - the time had just flown by. And he pretty much made my night, not only financially but socially. It's so great to be able to hang out with someone fun at work, it just makes me feel like I'm not at work at all, and I rarely get to do that on the weekends since it's more of a hustling environment on Friday and Saturday. Oh, he also said, "I try to time it so I run out of beer and money at the same time," which I thought was pretty clever. Of course, if you're not at a BYOB club the time when you run out of money is also the time when you run out of beer. I was sincerely sad to see him go, and felt really lucky, especially after hearing dancer after dancer complain that the crowd was full of jerks.

Thursday night was pretty damn entertaining in its own right since Shawn bought me a dance from Jordan. He likes to buy dances for me and of course, I have no problem getting them. Jordan's really cute and playful and I immediately said her name when he asked me who I'd like to have dance for me that night. I had no idea exactly how playful she was, though, and almost had to defend my virtue at a few key moments during the dance. She was pretty amazing - she cracked me up by blowing a raspberry into my cleavage, then immediately started whispered naughty sounds into my ear. Then she says, "There's three girls in here that I would totally bone, and you're one of them." I couldn't stop laughing, she was great - the perfect combination of stand-up comedian and stripper. That reminds me, she's been known to do open-mike stand-up at the Velveeta room. I need to check her out sometime. I wonder if she incorporates a lot of work-related material? The world needs a stripper stand-up.

Later on that night, I looked up and saw someone familiar waving at me - I wasn't sure who he was but knew I recognized him, so I walked over to chat, and then realized, as soon as he said hi, that it was the guy that runs my mailbox service! I felt so bad because over the years I have been so bitchy down there - you know, I am rarely in the best of moods when I'm taking care of business or running errands, and I can get a little snippy when things aren't as I like them. I apologized, and then for several moments the conversation consisted of him requesting that I not act weird the next time I ran into him at the mail drop. Since I run into people I know at work, this is less of a big deal for me than for him, since it's probably a decidedly less frequent occurance for him to run into boxholders at the strip club. I hope I didn't make him feel uncomfortable - well, he was comfortable enough to ask me for a dance, so I guess he didn't feel that awkward. Anyhow, it just reinforces the lesson that you should always be nice to people because you never know when they're gonna see you without your drawers on.